Dad (a poem written by a student)

 You're never to young to write a great poem. This poem was written by a 5th grade, soon to be 6th grader. 💙

         Dad 

When you come up to me and say I love you, I get butterflies in my stomach.

When you come home and you think you dont look nice, I always say you're handsome. 

The big smile on your face makes me happy to see that you're happy.

You're a sweet person, like a cupcake.

When you're by my side, it feels like you're going to stay with me forever.

You always love me but I love you more.

When you hug me I still feel you hugging me.

Overload

My mind is numb
I feel my heart thumping in my chest
I feel my head pounding in accordance
My body is finally relaxing.

Im overwhelmed with so many emotions,
My body screams at me to release it,
No escape comes, and i sit with the knowledge that i don't know how to go on.

Music is my release, but not this time,
My mind is like an overflowing drawer with things without a place. There is no escape from the chaos, from the reality of what is now.

A Quiet Mind

My mind is quiet while the room around me screams,  people talking and babies crying, legos clinking and the tv singing a song to its toddler audience .

My mind is quiet with thoughts of the past, the smiles and the laughs, the songs and the stories.

My mind is quiet thinking of how much i could use a hug to make things seem so much better, to take some stress away.

My mind is quietly calming me down,  preparing me to go with the flow and work as hard as i can. 

My mind is quiet with thoughts of what i can do to make you proud, to keep the boat afloat.

My mind is quiet until someone says "can you grab this for me in a medium" and i snap out of my mind and smile and stand tall and walk with my head up all the while still thinking of how much i miss you.

In the Air

6/28/17

Heat,  i can handle,
Humidity,  not so much
My curls frizz,
I look like a different person.

My lungs fill with the damp air
I feel the struggle to breathe,
The fear of suffocating in the back of my mind.

I can feel the dampness
In the classroom around me,
The tables sticky
and the paper feels different,
Soft and wet in texture.
I'm cold yet sweaty,
it's not a fever,
it's the humidity that surrounds me. 

I wait for the rain to come-
Hopefully taking the humidity away
With each drop off rain that falls.
If only.

Him

July 2017

Simple seeds spread joy,
Flowers bloom as Spring-
Warms the chilled ground.
Rain falling from the damp clouds,
like tears falling from my eyes,
Steady yet soothing.

The Sun beating on my skin
feels like home, when I was
young- when life was sweet
like honey in my bedtime tea.
I miss those dark eyes- saying
I love you and good night.

Another World

7/19/17

Reading calms my mind,
Soothes my soul,
Takes me to another world,
Helps me escape my reality,
the one that mentally drains me and makes it hard to be.
Let me escape until I find a place I love and I can stay for evermore.

Someday, Maybe

9/12/17

Strong body but tired mind,
Young in body but old in soul.
I live my life day today and week by week,
What has to be done to stay afloat,
to survive in this dog eat dog world
Where money is everything and if you don't have plenty you're living paycheck to paycheck.
The uncertainty of when things can and will happen in a life that we are told we have control over.
I have control over little.
I can control my attitude
I can control the respect I give to others
When I go to sleep or when I'm hungry.
I can't control what others judge about me,
if someone doesn't see the potential I have.
This life I'm  living is not the one I'd pick for myself in my late twenties.
A woman of nearly thirty has her life put together and is on the right path she chose. Right?
Not this time.
I have a passion to inspire others, but I have to do in on my own time.
Some day, maybe things will work out,
Maybe I'll  live in a spacious place with the people I love the most,
my fur baby and I cuddling on the weekends when I have my only chance to sleep in.
Maybe, just maybe, some day maybe, I'll feel whole.